A/N: Hey guys! THIS is the long awaited last chapter... I think... I might write about when Skulduggery wakes up as a bag of bones in a river, I don't know. Let me know in your reviews ;D. Anyway, here is the last chapter of 'Pure Torture'!... I think...

(Disclaimer: I do not own SP)

Skulduggery woke up on the floor of the dark room. Wait! The floor! He wasn't shackled to the chair anymore! He slowly stood up, his bones were stiff from sitting in that chair for god knows how long. He had to get to Serpine. He had murdered his family, now he would murder him. That was how he worked. He went to the door and was surprised to find that it was unlocked. He slipped out into the narrow stone hallway, which was only lit by torches in brackets every few metres. Skulduggery slowly crept down the corridor, checking behind him occasionally. He came up to a corner and peeked around. There were two hollow men standing guard in front of a wooden door further down the hallway. He silently clicked his fingers and threw two fireballs in quick succession, each hitting their target and releasing the toxic gasses inside. He pulled the collar of his shirt up over his nose and ran down the rest of the corridor, only to burst through the doors and find that the room was empty. He swept his gaze over the desk in the centre of the room and found nothing but a knife sitting on top. He quickly grabbed it and tucked it beneath his shirt in the waistband of his trousers.

"Well well Skulduggery, I was beginning to think you would never show up," said Serpine with that cruel grin on his face.

"Oh believe me, I wouldn't miss this for the world. I am going to rip you to shreds for what you have done. For my family," Skulduggery hissed turning to face the other man.

Serpine laughed. "I'd like to see you try," then lunged, knocking Skulduggery back over the desk and they both crashed to the floor, each of them struggling to get on top of the other. Eventually, Skulduggery was victorious, straddling Serpine, then punching him right in the face. Pummelling him over and over again until Serpine kicked him off and tried to run for the door. Skulduggery tackled him back to the ground and started hitting him again, grunting as he did so, tears of anger running down his face. He was so caught up in trying to hurt Serpine, that he didn't notice his hand moving towards the knife tucked into his waistband. serpines hand shot out, and the blade dug deep into Skulduggery's chest. Serpine pushed Skulduggery off him and moved to stand over him.

"So brutal Skulduggery. You definitely pack quite a punch," he spat some blood on the floor near Skulduggery's head, "See you and I aren't actually that different when you think about it. If I hadn't stopped you just now, you would have killed me, and now, I'm going to finally kill you. We're both killers Skulduggery-"

"No. . . " Serpine just continued as if he hadn't heard him.

"Luckily for you that knife there just missed your heart. Unluckily for you, the blade has been dipped in poison. Goodbye Skulduggery, hopefully for good."

And with that, Serpine left the room, leaving his enemy to die on the floor.

"And let this be a lesson to the rest of you!" Serpine shouted to the masses of sorcerers and mages as he stood in front of a corpse burning on a pike.

"This is what happens when you cross me! Especially you Dead Men! Now that your precious leader is dead, you had better watch your backs, because if you don't behave yourselves, you will all end up like him. Every. Last. One. Do you hear me?!"

Erskine and Anton gazed solemnly at each other through the crowd. Their friend was dead. First Laraken, now Skulduggery. They both hated to be the ones to break the news, but it had to be done. They had to keep going, otherwise they would never win this war. Skulduggery would want to them to keep going. Little did they know, their fallen comrade, was still standing. . .